Free Naked Lies by Ray Gordon Page A

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pounce on Mat when Den had gone, squat over his face and bring
myself off, I decided. Strangely, the thought of having sex with
Mat after Den didn't worry me any more'. I'd thought that I'd not
be able to face him after my adultery, let alone have sex with him,
but now... Now, I was in control!
    Den made his
appearance at half-past six, wielding a bunch of flowers. He
grinned at me, licking his lips and rubbing his crotch as Mat
poured the wine. He was a bastard, but I had plans to bring him
down! My hands trembling, a thrill running down my spine, I decided
to bring up the subject of relationships as we relaxed in the
lounge before dinner.
    "You're not
married are you, Den?" I asked, smiling sweetly.
    "No, the idea
never appealed to me," he replied, obviously wondering at the
nature of my game.
    "Don't you
have a lady friend?"
    "No, I...
There is one young lady who I... Well, you know how it is. Our
relationship is purely sexual. She needs me and I need her."
    "Purely
sexual?" I echoed, parting my thighs and displaying my crack to Den
as Mat switched the hi-fi on.
    "Er... Yes,
I..."
    "Is she
local?"
    "She lives
nearby."
    "Unattached?"
    "She... Yes,
she is. So, what do you do for a living?"
    "I don't
work," I purred, delighting in the cat and mouse game as he leaned
forward, focusing on my excited pussy as I parted my thighs
further.
    "So, what do
you do all day?"
    "I keep myself
busy."
    "Jane keeps
the garden nice," Mat broke in. "She's a dab hand."
    "Yes, I can
see that!" Den smiled as I closed my legs. "Your garden looks
really nice."
    "I'll check
the food," Mat said, leaving the room.
    Reclining with
my thighs wide apart, my buttocks over the edge of the chair, I
blatantly showed Den all I had between my legs. He frowned, gazing
at me, my gaping sex slit, obviously wondering why I was taking
such a risk. He didn't understand me, my game. I didn't understand
myself!
    "What are you
trying to do?" he finally asked softly.
    "Trying to
do?" I echoed, licking my lips provocatively.
    "You're a
fool, behaving like this with Mat around."
    "Behaving like
what?"
    "You know damn
well what I mean."
    "I'm sorry,
Den, I have no idea what you're talking about."
    As Mat opened
the door, I hurriedly sat upright and closed my legs. Although Den
had more than enough on me to ruin my marriage, I felt that he had
nothing on me now. There was no way he'd wreck any chance he had of
getting his hands up my skirt, his fingers up my juicy cunt!
Although he had the evidence of my debauchery, I was sure that he'd
no longer blackmail me.
    Den tried to
rile me during the meal, but I wasn't having any of it. Laughing at
his witty comments and giving him as good as he gave me, there was
no way he was going to win. It wasn't until Mat left the room and
Den pulled a photograph from his jacket pocket that I realised that
I'd assumed a false position of power. Propping the picture up
against the Liebfraumilch, he grinned.
    "You see, I do
have photographs of you standing naked in my lounge with my fingers
up your wet cunt," he whispered triumphantly. I stared in horror at
the incriminating picture. My face clearly visible, his fingers
deep inside my sex sheath, it was obvious that I was enjoying every
minute of his intimate attention. If Mat were to see it, he'd
surely kill me!
    I'd been a
fool to believe that I could win over Den. He was a ruthless
blackmailer who'd stop at nothing to have his evil way with me.
Fear flooded me, washing away all my newly acquired sense of power.
My face flushing, burning as Mat returned, I didn't know what to
do. Grabbing the photograph, Den slipped it into his pocket,
grinning victoriously at me as Mat sat down.
    I was doomed,
I knew, as the men chatted about money, stocks and shares. My
marriage, my life... Everything was doomed! Although I still
reckoned that Den wouldn't reveal the dreadful truth, he had me
exactly where he wanted me. That ridiculous magazine photograph
meant nothing now. My dressing gown, suspender